The Living Years

Every generation

Blames the one before

And all of their frustrations

Come beating on your door

I know that I`m a prisoner

To all my Father held so dear

I know that I`m a hostage

To all his hopes and fears

I just wish I could have told him in the living years

Crumpled bits of paper

Filled with imperfect thought

Stilted conversations

I`m afraid that`s all we`ve got

You say you just don`t see it

He says it`s perfect sense

You just can`t get agreement

In this present tense

We all talk a different language

Talking in defense

Say it loud, say it clear

You can listen as well as you hear

It`s too late when we die

To admit we don`t see eye to eye

I wasn`t there that morning

When my Father passed away

I didn`t get to tell him

All the things I had to say

I think I caught his spirit

Later that same year

I`m sure I heard his echo

In my baby`s new born tears

I just wish I could have told him in the living years

Say it loud, say it clear

You can listen as well as you hear

It`s too late when we die

To admit we don`t see eye to eye